Bring Out The Best In Me

I studied the sky intently with a borrowed suit
Designed to wait in the way required by them
However, I could barely stand up straight.
The wind whistled the tune of change in us all;
Difference was hard to spot, but noticeable.
I straightened my silver tie and watched.

Today is a delegation, A kind of meeting;
Awaiting the masters who have always controlled us,
Kept us safe, stopped us from moving too quickly.
I suppose I should be grateful for the envious honour
To greet, parade and welcome the Overseer
Into their world of limitless Joy in the castles.

My feet clicked and my back engulfed me;
Just stand and smile while taking it all in
To show the world what peace really looks like.
After all, I don’t suppose people even noticed a war,
There was no rubble, no burning buildings of hate.
It was an extermination of our disorder; Priceless.

My first guess was that we needed to be taught a lesson;
A demonstration of mechanised efficiency so valuable,
So understandable to live in the castles with pride.
I can turn and see these rounded marvels of steel;
Forged with precision and undeniable authority
Making sure we stand where are with our silver ties.

When the night is as dark as graphite, they appear.
It is almost routine to hear the buzz before your eyes
Adjust – whether with tears or the clouds of dust accumulated.
Emotions aside, here they are and here I am; sold
To the natural way of life, Inside the tall towers.
I sometimes wonder what living on the outside is like.

My ancestors were slimy in their intent; Dominating
With their thoughts of world supremacy – Metal Bullets.
The delegation is a sign of change and continuity all in one;
The Earth is not big enough for two contrasts; stigma.
We sit and take it all in while the mechanised control
And tell us what we are thinking with a sense of purpose.

There are two types of person; we are told this all the time.

The walls have spoken

Go ahead and paint, splash and recreate
I will always be here.
I was formed with a desire, a conviction
A need to be different and expand.
Yes, go ahead and brighten the landscape
Wash the land and end the mood,
Pretend I was never even in existence.
But I will always be here.
Under the surface I breed and deliver
My owners are people of conviction
who stand by their methods
And colour the youth of today.
Indeed go ahead and scrape the walls
And nice shade of brown methinks?
Or some kind of futuristic silver
to show progress, ideal – change.
Unfortunately I am always here.
The layers will crack and buckle,
Bulge and condense with a concentration,
A fury of a thousand souls who dared difference
And acted when it was best to do so
within themselves.
But please, cover the land, I urge you,
Show us just how much you care
For it doesn’t matter anyway
As the thousands have spoken
And the walls have cried aloud
They will continue to do so for years
After you have left the Earth.

Family Fun-day Robotics

 

For lots of reasons, systematic failures
and the demise of human culture
there appears a way in which it should
be done and an example to be set.

It was only last year, a good year
when everybody least expected change.
Humanity was unaware of its presence
and looked up in a satisfaction of
perceived dominance; fun-day.

The day that we all look forward to
at least that is what colonies would say
if they understood the significance
of our moment; our place in history.

We saw what was needed; cleanse –
the land would be awash with colour.
It spread far along the hills – missionary
In keeping with the standard protocol
The day was never significant before.

The overseer was dominant as usual
Every little significant change was
in keeping with historical relevance
Failure is not an option, update.

And everybody was in a straight line
Ready for the celebration to begin,
Family. Understandably essential
To keep the mountain running – Laugh
Line never broken and day is set.

It is not often that we look back
At the work that was achieved; flow –
In keeping with our sharing of the mood
We must press on with the anniversary.

We stand and observe
An eye-line of progress.